User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/A Rewrite of Redwall: Loamhedge/@comment-2246928-20150410161641

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Grawn sat up against the sprawling oak he had nestled up against the night prior, yawning wide against the dawnlight. "Aaugh... Blood, I'm startin' to feel all those seasons pilin' on." He stood up, plucking up the club that had lain next to him and scratching at his graying back with his other paw. His back cracked, and he grunted, grumbling murderously as he glanced about the small campsite for his younger companion.

They had met a season ago already, when Lonna left his father's side to go venture and the two badgers' paths crossed. It was rare for two male badgers to get along so well, but as far as Grawn was considered, a traveling companion was worth what petty disagreements might come from their arrangement. Besides, he had no particular destination in mind, and had never bothered asking Lonna. Grawn went where the Bowstripe did.